Him and their stars

Elemental body? Blood of destruction? Or the burning of the spirit body? Although Juque is not a very talented person, as a scholar, his theoretical foundation in mysticism is still very solid. In a short period of time, several thoughts have gone through my mind.

However, no matter which one it is, it is not something that ordinary junior psykers can master. In the world of extraordinary people, if you want to self-destruct, you must be a master of the third or fourth ring or above.

Is Deputy Director Darren, who has always just disguised himself as an ordinary person, a master?

Juque did not rule out this possibility. However, compared to the empire sending a third-ring or above psyker to the community to serve as a spy, he felt that it was more likely that the other party had a bomb hidden in his belly.

"Desperate virus bomb? This is very possible." Yang Mingzhao thought of this and already pounced on the opponent directly on the balcony. He ignored the high temperature on Darren's body that seemed to be covered with a layer of lava, and directly pressed his hand on the back of the other person's head.

At this moment, the impact glove on his right hand had disappeared and turned into a very delicate finger glove, which just wrapped his index finger.

"Take it!" Juque shouted in a low voice.

His judgment was correct. All the fire on Deputy Director Dai Lun's body disappeared instantly, and his body temperature had completely dropped.

Sure enough, it was indeed a biological bomb. Yang Mingzhao snorted coldly.

Then, Deputy Director Dai Lun turned his head tremblingly and reached out to hold the towel around his waist. A trace of panic quickly flashed in his eyes, but he quickly squeezed out a flattering smile, stretched out his hand and said: "Yang, Director Yang? I have seen you."

Director Yang? Yang Mingzhao immediately realized that it was quite reasonable for a member of his presidential secretarial team to be called "Director" in the outside world. It's even possible that the call was low.

Ignoring him, Dai Lun felt that the other party was not satisfied with his title, and hurriedly said: "Master Juque, the last time you came to the Ministry of Internal Affairs for an audit meeting, I was also present! This is true. ?Have you forgotten? Didn't I invite you to the Gold Club, and you agreed? This is all a misunderstanding! It's just a personal hobby of mine. If you go to the mistress's house to sleep, at most the ICAC will come and ask. If so, there’s no need to create such a big battle, right?”

"Mistress? Judging from just now, your mistress is much better than you." Jique said.

"This, I don't know about this either. Maybe it's her innate power, Guwu..."

Before Dai Lun could finish his words, Juque had already punched him on the head.

Of course, when the power he released hit the opponent's head, there was a slight lag. It should be a self-disciplined protective reaction produced by psychic energy. It is certain that the Deputy Director is at least a sensitive person, and he should be on the verge of awakening.

As a manager of the Internal Operations Bureau, his skills are good, better than most of the service personnel who are still performing tasks on the front line, but that's about it.

Just like Juque said, the sophomore student at Pearl Academy of Fine Arts is much better than the deputy director of the Internal Operations Bureau. Just now, she was blasted out of the window by her own attack, but rather than being knocked away, it was better to say that she saw that the situation was not good and used her own attack to escape the pain.

He can be regarded as a ruthless man with rich combat experience.

Jique looked at the alleyway downstairs, hoping that his junior brother could successfully intercept.

On the other side, the team outside the house had already started taking action.

In fact, just when Juque reached the sixth floor, the team members on standby outside quickly turned on the electromagnetic shielding with a device disguised in a roadside fast food truck. As a result, all communication systems in the neighborhood within a radius of two hundred meters were interrupted on the spot.

Killian Shazabi opened the car door first and rolled out of the car with his body bent. Then there was another tactical jump and tactical roll, and he had already crossed the road. He leaned against the alley and pulled out a pistol. He held the flying blade of the dagger with his left hand. There were two other daggers hanging by telekinesis next to him. .

This tactical move is very clean and accurate. If he had had such skills a year ago, he would not have been bullied by a group of meow-birds when he was studying in the empire, and the international students would not have to rely on Motta to confront him when fighting in a group.

It can only be said that once a young boy awakens his spiritual power and learns "mortal" physical skills, no matter how weak he is, he will always make rapid progress.

His two companions in the same car followed closely behind. They were simply black close-fitting power suits. One person was carrying an electromagnetic rifle, and the other was carrying a short-bodied submachine gun and an explosion-proof shield.

Of course, when the three of them passed through the alley in a triangular formation, they inevitably took photos of customers at the street restaurant. Everyone was in a state of shock except for the disguised SWAT team member.

Especially the father and son sitting at the roadside table outside the store. The little boy looked at the heavily armed SWAT team and was a little scared at first, but when he saw Killian and the flying blades floating around him, his eyes suddenly filled with light, as if he was seeing a superhero in the movie. Reflected into reality.

"Excuse me, are you Little Flying Scythe Retz?" the boy asked with courage.

It took Killian half a second to realize that the other person was asking him, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer. On the other hand, the special service member who followed him, who was carrying a force field shield and was estimated to be two meters tall, lowered his voice and said, "It's Retz, the protagonist of "Saw Heroes"! Speaking of which, Master Fish Gut's weapon is the same as Kya's. It’s really the same style!”

"So, are you here to defeat the Great Demon King Magma? Will you eat her after defeating her?"

What are children watching nowadays? Killian was speechless for a moment. But at this time, he heard the sound of gunshots in the distance. The father who had been stunned before suddenly rushed over and threw his child under him.

Fortunately, it was not someone else who attacked, but another group of special service members who had already forced themselves to the side of the vehicle where the bodyguards were. They used an oscillator to knock open the bulletproof glass on both sides. What followed immediately was a dense row of rain of bullets.

It must be admitted that these special service members are well-trained, and this set of tactical coordination can be regarded as smooth and smooth. The target in the car was killed instantly. However, they never thought about whether doing so would cause any bad experience to the ordinary citizens around them.

In other words, they never had such a consciousness in their minds.

It was now nearly nine-thirty in the evening, and there were far fewer pedestrians nearby, but even if there were only diners in the alleyway restaurant, there were still seven or eight people, including of course the father and son.

At this time, the father in overalls was already holding his son who was frightened and crying and wanted to run to the other side of the street. However, he was stopped by Killian after running a few steps. He pushed him gently with his psychic field and pushed him away. They were sent lightly to the park across the street.

"Protect the masses! Prepare to evacuate!" he shouted to the special service members who came out of the restaurant.

"But..." The leader flashed a hint of dissatisfaction.

In his opinion, whether it is protecting the shivering innocent people or covering their evacuation, it is a thankless job, and it is not safe. More importantly, if you can't earn military merit, you can't show your face in front of the leaders.

However, just when he was about to express his dissatisfaction, he suddenly trembled when he met Killian's eyes. He nodded quickly and obeyed, signaling his subordinates to set up a defense line on the spot to cover the diners and shopkeepers in the restaurant and evacuate to the opposite side. Go to the park.

Killian still feels that there is no problem in arresting senior officials suspected of being spies. Not only is there no problem, but they should even try to hit them as hard as possible. However, it is still questionable whether it is necessary to operate in an urban area with a large number of civilians nearby at this time.

However, there was no time to think about this kind of thing now. He had already heard the shattering of glass and the sound of falling to the ground, so he simply rushed into the alleyway with his weapon.

When he just saw the plaque on the second floor of Xiangyanghua Apartment, he happened to see a figure climbing up with difficulty from the hard ground in the alleyway. But it was the target's mistress, the female college student from the Academy of Fine Arts, who seemed to be named Wenna or something.

Killian looked at the broken window hole on the sixth floor and immediately understood, making a small contribution to the increase in the entropy of the universe.

This is the sixth floor! Just thinking about it made him feel unbearable pain.

However, the rumored art college student had already stood up holding his waist. The pajamas she was wearing were very cool to begin with. After the fall just now, the fabric on her body suddenly lost a lot, and she immediately entered a 404 welfare state. But facing a group of special service members who were approaching her, she was not shy at all. A trace of despair flashed in her eyes, and then turned into a kind of decisive cruelty.

"You are asking for your own death."

"The telekinetic flying blade? It's just a children's toy." She looked at the flying blade floating beside Killian, sneered, and smeared a metallic sheen all over her body.

In an instant, her whole body seemed to turn into a giant statue made of steel, rushing straight towards everyone at the entrance of the alley. Look at the momentum, look at the aura, even if it is a heavy armored war robot used for frontal assault to break the formation, that's all.

The special service team members did not think that the firearms in their hands could stop this enemy. Fortunately, the team members on standby across the street have set up three portable phase wave cannons.

Of course, after one or two shots like this, the impact on the houses around the lane and the casualties on the people are not within the scope of these people's thinking.

However, before firing, Killian had already raised his hand, and the three telekinetic flying blades, which were only as long as daggers and as thin as paper knives, rushed towards the enemy.

"I told you this is a children's toy, gurgling, gurgling..."

The first flying blade suddenly shattered before it came into contact with the enemy. The "fragments" scattered and ejected electric arcs, forming a miniature power grid, which completely covered the head of the young lady who was transformed into a body of steel. The second flying blade directly sprayed out a special anesthetic gas. This thing's direct damage to the human body is limited, but even for most psykers, it can cause certain nerve slowdown and muscle relaxation.

Sure enough, the steel figure was stopped by the electric grid and fell into instant paralysis. He was immediately injected with anesthetic gas, and the steel color on his body began to fade away. Immediately afterwards, the third flying blade, like the last behind-the-scenes boss, swaggered into the woman's chest and abdomen, injecting more neurotoxins into it.

The woman had completely lost her ability to resist, but even when she collapsed on the ground, she still waited for Killian with eyes filled with resentment and gritted her teeth: "Despicable... Gu, kill me!"

as you wish. Killian nodded, and then, under the horrified gazes of his companions, he raised his pistol without saying a word and fired out all twenty bullets in an entire special magazine.